Teen Wolf Imagines

Witch-itude = Jackson Whittemore

A witch, transfer student with behavioural issues and a newbie at Beacon Hills High School. I'm a true all-rounder. [Sense the sarcasm]. But the behavioural issues and sudden attacks of snapping at everyone is a part of my witch-itude.

I'm the strongest witch from my coven so I am automatically the most hard headed and responsible one. I was expelled from my previous school because I caused severe harm to the school property.

Which is basically the civil way of saying or rather covering up that I basically lit the whole chemistry room ablaze. It wasn't really my fault tho. I mean piss a fire witch off, what did they expect, teddy bear rain?

So here I am, on my way to this public school. I've heard about the True Alpha and his pack from my elders. No they didn't indulge me in the conversation I snooped on them because-.....why the fuck not. I don't plan on going upto them and introducing myself. But I guess it'll be fine if they come up to me because I'm pretty sure they'll be able to smell me distinctively.

I was on my bike in the school parking lot when i saw a spot open, next to a some cars so I proceeded and parked my bike. I could sense everyone's stares as i took my helmet off.

"Hey! I'm Lydia and this is Malia. We haven't seen you around, are you new?". A strawberry blonde girl approached me with a brunette by her side.

I shook her extended hand with a small smile plastered on my face while replying, "Yeah, today's my first day actually. I'm (y/n)."

"Why do you smell like that?". The brunette asked me. As soon as I shook hands with her, her eyes glowed blue.

"You're a werewolf?" I questioned Malia in a hushed tone.

"Werecoyote, but how do you know and why do you smell like that?". She countered while glancing at Lydia and then me, back and forth.

"Relax guys, I'm a fire witch and I got to know because your eyes glowed when we shook hands". I replied while pursuing my lips.

"What are you doing here? In our school?" Lydia asked.

"Oh! I was expelled from my last school for lighting the chemistry class on fire". I replied nonchalantly.

"YOU WHAT?!" they both yelled at the same time attracring some looks towards us.

Before I could reply a boy shouted, "Whose bike is this?"

When I turned to look, he was in his car that he had stopped infront of my bike.

"Jackson no". Lydia mumbled.

I ignored her and walked upto the guy. "Yeah what's the matter?" I asked.

"I asked for the owner of the bike not some-"

I cut him off and said, "Yeah, that's me, I'm the owner of this bike, now, what is the matter?"

He looked at me from head to toe, scoffed and said, "So? Why is that thing..", he stops and gestured towards my bike and continues, "parked at my spot?".

I was getting real tired of his shit. "That 'thing' is costlier than your old ass car. Seriously man, 2015 Porsche 911, 3.4L H-6 engine, 350 Horsepower and rear-wheel drive type. And what's the cost again....oh yeah $96200 max. And my bike on the other hand. $300000; ceramic grade 9 titanium pipes, hydraulic-clutch and a carbon belt drive. So listen to me and listen well when I say, Don't. Fuck. With. Me. Cause I'll fuck you up." I bestowed him.

I heard someone mumble, "I like her....can we keep her?". It was a guy standing next to Lydia.

I smirked when I saw Jackson's reaction. He was speechless with mouth hung open.